A magnificent winged stallion with a silvery mane and a coat the color of twilight approaches. For a few moments he observes you, a keen intelligence in his eyes. Then, as if deciding you are worthy, he nods his equine head and addresses you in a commanding baritone voice.

     "Greetings, Traveller. I am called Night of Black Satin, of the Dynce of Spiralling Blackness. And who might you be?"

     Startled, you stammer out your name. As you look the creature over, you find yourself asking, "What sort of creature are you, anyway?"

     Night of Black Satin looks at you, started. "A wynd, of course!" he says, proudly. "You mean you have never heard of my kind?" He shuffles a hoof, thoughtfully. "I suppose I have traveled quite far. My land of birth is the 'Place of Sun' at the EverRealm."

     For a moment, the stallion looks nostalgic. "I came to live here when I was just a foal," he informs you. "Back then, I was known simply as Darkness Spiraling. Now, however, I have my adult name, and I am starting to build my own herd. You may visit them, if you like."

     

     A second equine gallops up to examine you. "I am Nightshade, a Drakacor from the EverRealm." She says. "Only a few lucky people were privledged to adopt the purple variety of my kind."

     You suddenly hear the sound of leathery wings upon the breeze. A mare with a regal purple mane and batlike wings decends from the sky, landing gracefully in front of you. "I am called Amethyst Shadow." She says. "We Dagimires are originally from the EverRealm."

     An Alicorn with a coat that shines like the full moon regards you, quietly. "I am Crescent Moonbeam," she says, softly.

     A lithe, gazelle-like creature leaps nimbly across your path. "Hello, I'm Zephyr, a monocorn zagelle from the EverRealm." She announces. "I'm not really part of the herd, but Night of Black Satin was kind enough to allow me to stay here."